(Earlier today, cuddled together on the sofa)
Mama: So you're saying that even if a woman has very fancy clothes and very fancy hair, but she isn't nice, then she doesn't seem very pretty to you?
Elliana: Yes. And what if she had fancy clothes and fancy hair, but she never smiled?
Mama: What would you think about that?
Elliana: Not very pretty.
M: Hmm. I think I would agree.
E: And what if she had not-fancy clothes and not-fancy hair, but she was very nice AND smiled a lot?
M: Pretty or not pretty?
E: Pretty! But what if she was a half-person, half-crocodile, half-mouse and half-giant?
M: Then what?
E: (emphatically) Not pretty.
(Yesterday, driving in the car from Florence to Hamilton)
E: Mama, are we going to Hamilton?
E: Oh, good! 'Cause that's where that castle park, Hideout Mountain, is!
M: No, actually, Hideout Mountain is in Florence.
E: Oh. Then Florence must be a much bigger city than Hamilton.
M: Well, no, not really. Florence is much smaller than Hamilton.
E: (slightly flustered) Oh. I thought it was bigger! But at least I DO know that Hamilton is much closer to where we live than Florence.
M: I hate to tell you this, babe, but actually we live much closer to Florence. Hamilton is quite a bit further away.
E: (slapping her forehead in playful frustration) Oh, wrong again...but I do have some lovely parting gifts for myself.